I am the storms, woven into the fabric of existence. My essence dances with the tempests, a symphony of chaos and creation. Each element whispers my name—the scroll of dirty gray sky, the wind’s wild embrace, the pinpricks of rain’s first small drops.
In the heart of the city, I am the wink of lightning, illuminating hidden corners and forgotten dreams. My electric touch ignites passion, leaving traces of wonder on concrete walls. And when the fields stretch wide, I become the growl of thunder, reverberating through the earth, urging life to awaken.
But it is in the quiet moments that I find my purpose—the final flourish of sweet suffocating snow. I am the hush that blankets the world, cradling dormant seeds in frozen soil. I am the promise of spring, the delicate balance between life and death.
Yansan’s daughter, they call me. The lineage of storms flows through my veins. I carry the seal of hope, hammered into my skin by ancestors who knew resilience. Fear? It cannot bind me, for I am thunder, lightning, rain, and snow—a force that nourishes the soul and fertilizes the soil of existence.
So let the winds howl, let the skies weep. I stand unyielding, a testament to the power within. For I am Yansan’s daughter, and my purpose is etched in the very fabric of the universe. 🌩️🌧️❄️

©️ Beatriz Esmer